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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment Pt8 (Mf, bond, cons rom)
Date: Thu,  8 Mar 2001 05:10:02 -0500
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The Commitment

By Dingo_Dave  <dingo_dave@email.com>



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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The following story
is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO
NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express,
written permission of the author.

DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone either alive or
dead is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 8   Forever

On their drive back to the city, after Sally being the star of the old
English fair, they had a chance to talk about her weekend. Sally confessed
that she had never had such a lack of control and had never felt so
helpless. She also could not remember a time when she had so many orgasms in
that short a time period. While she had been scared out of her mind a few
times, she knew deep down that Paul would take care of her.

Paul informed her that he had accepted an invitation for them to Tammie and
Sam's for some pizza that night. It would be an early evening, because both
Paul and Sam had to leave early in the morning for a business trip that
would keep them on the road all week. By the time they completed the drive,
and got all of the camping equipment cleaned and put away, it was time to go
to dinner.

Once they arrived, the men went out back to discuss the car project that Sam
was trying to finish in the garage. Sally apologized to Tammie for the
embarrassment of last Thursday when she had come to get the dress, and had
found Tammie locked to the chair by her sex.

"How long have you had those rings?" Sally asked. "I never would have
guessed that you had them."

"Oh, about a year, I guess."

"Did it hurt to get pierced there?"

"Yes but only for a minute. They healed really quickly, and they add so much
to our playtime that was really worth it. Now they keep me thinking about
sex whenever I walk. As a matter of fact, Sam has me locked into a chastity
device now with them. I am hoping that he will leave me that way all week
while he is gone," Tammie confided.

"You're kidding."

Tammie looked around, but the men were nowhere in sight. She unbuckled her
pants and pulled both her pants and panties down to her knees. Sally gasped
as she saw a belt that disappeared between Tammie's legs. As she got a
closer look, the belt was made of metal with thin rubber coating on the
outside. While it was held around her waist with a conventional looking
belt, there were two slots between her legs. Through those slots, were
Tammie's labia rings, and though the rings was a stainless steel lock. Just
above this were a series of very small holes.

"Can you actually pee though those? Is it comfortable?" Sally was curious,
rather than shocked.

"Yes, although hygiene is tough wearing this. And it is comfortable enough
to wear for a week, I think. I have only worn it for a few days up till now,
but Sam put it on me this afternoon, so we will have to see," Tammie said as
she pulled her pants back up.

The men were just coming back into the house when the boy arrived delivering
the pizza. They all sat around the kitchen table and ate, as Sally and Paul
related their activities the past weekend. It was nice that both couples
enjoyed bondage and could relate to the stories, as well as exchange ideas.
After they were done eating, they went to the family room with their coffee.

It was there that Paul pulled out a box and handed it to Sally. Sally
examined the box, a velvet covered jewelry box, larger than a ring box.

"Go on, you can open it," Paul urged.

"What is it, Paul?" Tammie asked.

"You'll see."

Sally opened the box and peered inside. It looked like a bracelet. It was
made of gold and was not very large. As she took it out of the box so the
others could see, she noticed that the gold, it was made of, was shaped not
round, but square. It was thin, but larger than a wire, and the light
gleamed off of the flat surfaces as she examined it. It was like a cuff
bracelet in that it was in the shape of a C, more oval than round, and the
ends were not smooth.

"It's very nice," Sally commented.

"It is not yet finished," Paul informed her.

"What do you mean?"

"This is a "Forever Bracelet". It is made out of gold wedding rings," Paul
explained, "that were handed down in my family and were melted and formed
into the bracelet you see here. As you can see, the ends almost touch but
are not smooth. You will need to go to the jeweler where he will fit it to
your wrist size, and then he'll solder the ends together forever. It will be
a solid ring then, with no end to it.

"I am giving this to you as a symbol of our relationship. Instead of the
contract you signed last Friday, I want you to give yourself to me
"Forever". I love you more than anyone or anything ever before. I want ours
to be something that is not temporary but, instead, permanent. Hence the
bracelet.

"Think about what I am asking carefully," Paul continued. "If you want to
bring permanence to our relationship and continue like we have, then keep
the appointment with the jeweler that I have made for you next Friday. If
you are not ready, or simply don't want to, that is okay, I will love you
anyway. I want Tammie and Sam to witness that I am not going to coerce you
in any way. That is why I want you to think about this while I am gone and I
will not be here to influence your decision. Think about this carefully, I
promise that while sexually you will belong to me, forever, in all other
ways you will be a free, independent and equal partner. I will never take
advantage of you sexually either. This relationship must be built on trust,
not fear. Think carefully, I will not accept an answer tonight but I will
see your decision when I return."

Paul sat down after he finished his speech. A pin dropping in the room would
have sounded like a gunshot. Sally stared at the bracelet and then at Paul
with her mouth open. She had never been so flattered, excited, confused or
scared. What was Paul asking; if he had asked her to marry him she would
have said yes in a minute. But this was even more. FOREVER! Wow.

Luckily, Tammie interrupted the moment.

"Would you like some more coffee, Paul?"

"Yes, please."

"I could use a refill also," Sam chimed in.

"Sally, would you help me carry the cups?"

"Sure," Sally replied absentmindedly.

It was almost mechanical that Sally stood up with her cup, and followed
Tammie to the kitchen.

"I take it from your present state, that proposal was a surprise."

"Oh God yes. I would have never dreamed. But then, while I have dreamed of
situations like this weekend, I never thought I would have a weekend that
exceeded my dreams."

"He loves you very much, you know. You are very lucky."

By this time the coffee cups were refilled and they were back on their way
to the living room. The rest of the evening passed quickly, and ended early.
Paul and Sam still had to pack for their trip, and Sally was simply in a
fog. By bedtime, Sally was sitting in her bedroom without remembering the
drive to Paul's and her drive back to the apartment. She was sitting again
at her dressing table, staring at the bracelet. She gently tried the
bracelet on. It gleamed on her wrist.

She tried to vision what it would look like once it was finished. She did
not want to admit it, even to herself, but she knew that she would have it
put on forever. Finally, she put it back in the box, removed her silver stud
earrings and the rings from each of her ring fingers, then got into bed. It
took her a long time to get to sleep with so much to think about.

The first days of the following week went uneventfully for Sally. She
successfully dodged the probing questions from her friends about her weekend
activities, answering with vague tales of a camping trip, most of which were
the truth. Just that they were only a very small part of the weekend.

She also spent a lot of time thinking about Paul's words. She knew that she
was in love with Paul and that she trusted him like she had never trusted
anyone in her entire life. Instinctively, she knew that this was a turning
point in her life, and once she had made the decision her life would change
forever. Forever. There was that word again. It was Wednesday, and after a
lunch with her team from work she was sitting at her desk, staring at the
monitor, when she finally admitted to herself what her heart had known all
along. She was going to go through with it.

Once she had decided, she did not want to wait. She called the jeweler to
see if she could come in early. He asked if she could be at the shop by four
o'clock that day. The shop closed at five and he would need about 15 minutes
to finish the work. She would be there, she said. The bracelet was in her
purse, and luckily, she had driven to work that morning. While she honestly
tried to work on her current project, it just was no use. The time crawled
by and of course, just as it was finally time to leave, the phone rang. It
was a service rep with a problem.

It took Sally until 3:05 to get the situation dealt with so she hurried out
of the office without telling anyone about her plans. When she arrived at
the small jewelry shop, it was just a couple of minutes after 4 p.m.

"Can I help you?" the girl behind the counter asked.

"I called earlier today about getting a bracelet finished," Sally answered.

"What was your name?"

"Sally Edwards."

"Just a minute."

Sally watched as the girl went through a door into another room. There was a
window in the wall and Sally could see that there were three jewelers
working at benches and the room held a large safe. The girl went to the safe
and opened it, then went through several boxes inside. Finally, she came
back.

"I am sorry, but I don't see a bracelet with your name. Could you describe
what you are having done, maybe it is on one of the benches."

"Oh, I have it with me," Sally said as she pulled the box from her purse,
handing it to the girl.

"I remember now, it's a forever bracelet. We usually don't let them out of
the shop until they are finished, but your ah. . . friend wanted it to be a
surprise. Was it a surprise?"

"Yes."

"What did you decide?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, Paul was not sure if you would want it permanent, or with a clasp so
it could be removed. What did you decide?"

"Permanent. I called earlier and a gentleman said that if I came this
afternoon, he could finish it."

"Just a minute then, I will see if he is ready for you."

The girl went through the same door and then though another door in the
back. While she was gone, Sally looked at the displays. It was really a
small store with very little on display. It seemed that the jeweler
specialized in custom work and had very little stock to display. Most of the
items were work that had been completed but had yet to be picked up. Sally
could tell that the work was superb. Many of the items were truly unique. A
gentleman returned and approached her.

"Sally?"

"Yes."

"I'm Carl, the owner. We spoke on the phone this afternoon. Come on back
with me."

Sally went around the end of the counter and through the workroom, into the
room in the back. There was another smaller workbench in this room with two
stools next to it.

"Have a seat," he said, pointing to one of the stools.

"Is this where you make everything?"

"Yes, for the bracelets. I melt the gold in the furnace there, and pour the
molten gold into these molds."

"But the mold is only about the size of a little finger, how does it become
a bracelet?"

"Well I run it through these rollers which makes it thinner and longer."

"That is why it is square." Sally answered her own question.

"Which wrist?"

"This one, I guess. I sometimes wear a watch on the other." Sally held out
her right wrist.

"It really doesn't matter, but most people choose the right wrist."

As Sally watched, Carl put the bracelet around her wrist and squeezed it
closed. Once the ends met, he looked at the spacing around her wrist and
then adjusted the bracelet so the two ends passed each other, making the
bracelet a little bit smaller.

"How does that look?" Carl asked.

"I don't know, it looks fine to me."

He picked up a pair of wire cutters and cut off a quarter inch piece of the
gold from one end. He carefully spread the bracelet and took it off of her
wrist, careful not to scratch her with the now sharp cut end. He next took a
flexible shaft with a grinding wheel on the end and ground flat the end that
he had just cut. He picked up the piece that he had cut off and placed it in
a bag, handing it to Sally.

"Here is a start to another one. Yours is the thickest forever bracelet I
make. If I were to make it thicker it might get caught and break your wrist,
but with at 1.5 mm the bracelet should break first. It is not worth an
injury to your wrist."

"How did you get started making these?"

"Well, first I made one for my wife, out of my old high school class ring.
Then her friend wanted one, then another, and another. It has surprised me
how many people want one."

While he was talking he picked up a strip of cloth and wrapped it around
Sally's wrist, holding it in place with tape. The cloth reminded Sally of a
potholder. It was that type of woven tubes that she made potholders out of
as a child. Next, he opened a valve on a torch that was clamped to the vise
on the bench. He held a flame to it and it lit a bright, yellow-orange
flame. He opened the other valve and the flame became a small blue flame
with a smaller blue flame within. He then coated the ends of the bracelet
with a brown paste and held the ends in the flame.

He quickly picked up a tiny piece of something with a pair of needle nose
pliers and put it on one end of the bracelet. The flame turned colors and
the piece melted to the bracelet. He removed the bracelet from the flame and
let it cool. Once it was cool he placed the bracelet back on Sally's wrist
with the open ends on top. He unclamped the torch from the vise and held it
in his left hand, grabbed the bracelet with his bare right hand, holding it
against the cloth on the bottom of her wrist and making a gap between her
wrist and the ends.

"Ready? Hold still now."

Sally was a little afraid at this point. She was glad her elbow was able to
rest on the bench, otherwise she might be shaking. But Carl's hands were
steady. Gently he placed the torch next to her hand, with the flame facing
up away from her wrist. With his other bare hand he squeezed the two ends
together, lining them up so they met. He then lowered the flame so just the
center blue flame touched the joint. The flame changed colors and a brown
bump formed where the two ends of the bracelet met. He quickly took the
torch away and turned it off, still holding the bracelet closed, with the
hot part away from her wrist. In a few seconds, he tested the bracelet for
temperature with his hand and released it.

"There. That wasn't bad, was it?"

"I didn't even feel any heat at all," Sally said, amazed.

"Just a little more work and we will be done."

Carl took the shaft with the grinding wheel and ground each side of the
square bracelet at the point where he had soldered. The brown bump
disappeared, leaving just a patch of black on the bracelet. He changed the
end on the shaft to a soft wheel, put some red stuff on it, and started to
polish. In seconds, the black disappeared, and so did the joint. Sally
looked, but she could not see the spot where he had been working on the
bracelet.

"All done," Carl said, as he removed the cloth from around her wrist. "I
will show you the way out. You are all paid for and everything."

He escorted her back through the workroom to the front of the store. Sally
thanked him for moving her appointment up. When she got into her car she
could not help but take a close look at the bracelet. The sun was shining in
the window and reflecting off of the bracelet, and she could not see where
it had been soldered. It was a solid, unending oval of gleaming gold. Since
the bracelet had flat sides, rather than round, it would catch and reflect
the sunlight as it moved on her wrist.

She tried to twist the bracelet around her wrist, and was just able to get
her wrist turned in it but there was some pain. She did not try to move it
back around. At the smallest part of her wrist, she could just fit her
finger between the bracelet and her wrist. If she felt very carefully, she
could just make out where it had been soldered, since Carl could not get the
polishing wheel to the inside of the bracelet. The bracelet would move up
her arm, towards the elbow, about four inches from the smallest part of her
wrist before it stopped tight on her arm. It stopped at the base of her
hand, well short of the ball at the base of her thumb. Obviously, it was not
ever going to come off over her hand. It was permanent! A warm, satisfied
feeling came over her.

I can't stay in a parking place all night, she thought. I'd better get
moving. As Sally drove, she was very aware of the bracelet. It felt light,
especially compared to those heavy shackles she wore the last weekend. On
the way home, she stopped by Tammie's to see if she had any plans for
supper.

"Sally you got the bracelet put on!" Tammie exclaimed.

"You like it?" Sally asked as Tammie practically ripped her arm off to look
at it.

"Oh, you are so lucky to have Paul. You guys are the perfect couple."

Tammie didn't have plans, so they went out to a small cafe, and got a bite
to eat while Sally told Tammie all about the experience. While they were
talking, the waitress overheard their conversation about the "forever
bracelet".

"If you don't mind my asking, what is a forever bracelet?" she asked.

"Here, look at mine," Sally said, holding her wrist up and slowly turning it
so she could see.

"How do you get it off? Oh, I get it, you can't. Duh, that's why it's a
forever bracelet. Neat, but I could never wear something that I couldn't
take off."

They giggled about her reaction to the bracelet for a while.

"Speaking of can't take off, did Sam leave you locked up?" Sally asked.

"Yes, I am so frustrated I can't get anything inside of it for relief, and
believe me I have tried. Even searched the house looking for the key."

Sally dropped Tammie off after supper and went home. Back at her apartment,
she was cleaning up the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher, and she noticed
that whenever she reached down for a plate, the bracelet would be at the
base of her hand. Then, when she put the plate on the shelf at eye level,
the bracelet would slide up her arm as far as it would go. It would then
side back down her wrist as she reached for the next plate. It was a
pleasant feeling, but she had never been aware of the feeling of bracelets
on her arms before.

"Better get used to it girl, it's there forever," she thought happily.

That night when it was time for bed, she took off her clothes, her earrings
and rings. Looking at herself in the mirror, it was amazing how the bracelet
stood out. There was her naked body except for one gleaming stripe of gold.
It made her feel sexy. She hopped into bed, but was soon fingering the
bracelet and then dragging it over her erect nipples. Her other hand
naturally found its way between her legs. She was sopping wet when she
parted her labia. Her finger could not ignore her throbbing clit. Her orgasm
came on quick and thundering. Then, after, she fell into a very deep sleep.

The next morning arrived way too soon for Sally and she wound up rushing to
not be late for work. She really didn't have time to think much about the
bracelet. Sally accepted an invitation to go to lunch with Amy and Sue, the
two other team members in her group. They went to a fast food place around
the corner and were soon seated in a corner table with their food, making
small talk. Sally had finished eating and was sitting with her elbow on the
table, when Amy asked about her bracelet. She realized that she had been
running her finger over its smooth surface as they had been talking.

"I have never seen a bracelet like that one before, how does it open?" Amy
asked.

With only a moments hesitation, Sally replied, "It doesn't open."

"Well then how in the world do you take it off?" Amy asked with a confused
look on her face.

"I can't take it off," Sally answered as she turned her arm over so they
could look.

"What in the world...."  Amy said as she took hold of the bracelet. "Wow,
that's neat! It is beautiful."

"I don't think I could stand having something I could not take off," said
Sue, looking at it. "How did you get it on?"

"It was formed, shaped, and soldered around my wrist," Sally informed them.
"It is called "Forever Bracelet", and it's a present from Paul."

"I want one of those." Amy exclaimed

"Well I sure hope you love him a lot to accept a binding present like that,"
Sue observed.

"I do," Sally said truthfully.
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This chapter was based on a site at www.geocities.com/dbbrk

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Complete work found at www.geocities.com/kld96407 or
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